A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The white crane's body is shriveling.

It's not aging.

It's not blood loss.

Instead, it felt as if something was draining him completely from his bones, flesh, and lifeline.

His hand collapsed first.

The veins shrank into black lines.

The skin adheres tightly to the joints.

Next is the face.

Sunken eye sockets.

The lips are grayish.

The vice president of the Xuanmen Association, who was originally thin but had a somewhat otherworldly air about him, now looked like a dried corpse that had just been dug out of a grave.

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, everyone felt their scalp tingle.

Bai Yunhe gripped Chen Bufan's sleeves tightly with both hands.

"Help...help me..."

"Chen Bufan..."

"Help me..."

His voice was no longer human.

Like air squeezed out of a broken bellows.

Lin Wanqing's expression changed drastically.

"What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Shouyuan stared intently at the black mark between Bai Yunhe's eyebrows, his voice deepening.

"A curse to silence you."

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

"This is not an ordinary silencing charm."

Zhang Shouyuan nodded.

"The talisman is just the starting point."

"The real curse was planted in his destiny long ago."

It's not usually noticeable.

"Once he reveals the core secret, his life force will be drained by the curse."

"It's not poison."

"It's not an injury."

"It's a direct fatal blow."

Lin Wanqing immediately turned her head:

"Can it be saved?"

Zhang Shouyuan remained silent for a moment.

"Disaster."

Upon hearing these words, extreme fear appeared in Bai Yunhe's eyes.

He finally understood.

I have never been the vice president of the Xuanmen Association.

They are not Lu Changsheng's business partners.

He was not an ally of Chen Daoyuan either.

He was merely a pawn allowed to live until now.

Once a pawn starts saying things it shouldn't, the person behind it can drain it dry at any time.

He was trembling all over.

"I...I don't want to die..."

"Chen Bufan..."

"I still have a lead..."

"I know……"

Chen Bufan showed no sympathy whatsoever.

But he still squatted down.

The money was pressed back onto Bai Yunhe's brow.

It wasn't to save the white crane.

It was to give him a few more breaths.

Say a few more words.

Because Chen Laojiu is still at Qingshi Temple.

There's still no answer as to who my father saw before he died.

Because the exact location of Chen Daoyuan's true form has not yet been found.

White cranes can die.

But we can't let them die so cleanly now.

Chen Bufan bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood appeared on the money.

The money suddenly jolted.

hum.

A white light pressed down on Bai Yunhe's brow.

Bai Yunhe's withered body trembled violently, and a roar escaped from its throat.

The black line that was draining his life force was abruptly stopped for a moment by the life-saving money.

Only for a moment.

But that's enough.

Chen Bufan's voice was icy cold:

"explain."

Where is Chen Daoyuan?

Bai Yunhe's eyes bulged out.

"I...I don't know the true form..."

Chen Bufan said:

"Then tell me what you know."

Bai Yunhe gasped for breath.

"Qingshi Temple..."

"At the end of the old incense path..."

"Below the well..."

"Chen Laojiu is over there..."

"But that's not an ordinary well..."

"It's the Well of Fate..."

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed drastically.

"The Well of Fate?"

Chen Bufan asked:

"What is the Well of Fate?"

Zhang Shouyuan said in a deep voice:

"The well that the Chen family's collateral branch used to seal off evil spirits."

"Destroyed talismans, broken talismans, and backlash talismans must all be suppressed by sinking them into the well."

"But what if it's been modified by evil..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Chen Bufan already understood.

If there really is a well with a destiny talisman under Qing Shi Temple, and Chen Daoyuan changed it.

The fact that Chen Laojiu was imprisoned there was definitely not a simple case of confinement.

Instead, they were used as bait.

Or the key point of the formation.

Chen Bufan continued to ask Bai Yunhe:

"How does Chen Laojiu know who my father met before he died?"

Bai Yunhe's lips trembled.

"He...he was in the backyard back then..."

"He saw it..."

"He saw Chen Daoheng before he died..."

The black line suddenly surged.

Bai Yunhe began to convulse.

Chen Bufan ordered the money to be used to suppress the crime.

"continue!"

Black blood began to seep from Baiyunhe's seven orifices.

"Before Chen Daoheng died..."

"I've met him..."

"I've met him..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

Chen Bufan's eyes were sharp as knives.

"Who?"

The white crane made a gurgling sound in its throat.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

The silencing curse seemed to sense that he was about to reveal the most crucial secret, and frantically drained his life force.

Blood kept seeping from Chen Bufan's palm.

The white light on the coin grew stronger and stronger.

But the black curse is getting more and more vicious.

On the ground of the Wenxuan Palace, the black life patterns that had been suppressed began to wriggle again.

It was as if some unseen person was pulling at Bai Yunhe's lifeline from afar.

Zhang Shouyuan immediately formed a hand seal and said in a deep voice:

"I'll help you break the curse!"

Old Taoist Qingyang also gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Count me in!

Several true veterans of the Xuanmen sect stepped forward.

"We can't let him be silenced like this!"

"If we can't even protect a single witness today, then the Xuanmen sect is truly rotten to the core!"

Several beams of clear light fell upon the white crane.

The black line was pressed down and paused.

Bai Yunhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Chen Bufan.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"No...it's not Lu Changsheng..."

"The person your father saw before he died..."

"It's not Lu Changsheng..."

Chen Bufan's pupils contracted slightly.

"Who is it?"

Bai Yunhe's lips trembled.

"Yes……"

He had just opened his mouth when black smoke suddenly billowed out.

Chen Bufan's expression changed.

"Hold it down!"

Zhang Shouyuan shouted loudly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a yellow talisman was placed on Bai Yunhe's chest.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang slammed his palm on the ground, and the bronze lamp lit up half an inch again.

Although Lin Wanqing couldn't understand the magic, she immediately shouted:

"Everyone, stand back!"

"Protect the scene!"

"Don't let anyone get close to the white crane!"

She knew this was crucial information.

This is also key evidence.

The black smoke in Bai Yunhe's mouth was briefly suppressed.

He was so emaciated that he didn't look alive anymore.

The skin is tightly attached to the bone.

The sound was almost inaudible.

Chen Bufan bent down.

"explain."

Bai Yunhe used the last bit of strength to stare intently at Chen Bufan.

"Chen Daoyuan..."

"Now it's called..."

"First……"

Chen Bufan's eyes narrowed.

"What?"

Bai Yunhe let out a final, broken breath.

"gentlemen……"

Two words were uttered.

Bai Yunhe's body suddenly stiffened.

next second.

The light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

The lifeline has broken.

The person continued to shrivel at a visible rate, eventually turning into a grayish-white, withered corpse.

Her fingers were still in the position of grabbing Chen Bufan's sleeve.

Inside the Hall of Inquiry, there was deathly silence.

Everyone heard it.

Chen Daoyuan.

Now it's called that.

Mr.

Lin Wanqing slowly lowered the gun, her brows furrowed.

"gentlemen?"

Zhang Shouyuan's face was also extremely ugly.

The old Taoist priest Qingyang said in a low voice:

"In the field of destiny alteration, there are not many people who can be called 'Master'."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

Old Taoist Qingyang swallowed hard.

"Young Master, Elder, Disciple, Outer Sect Lackey, these titles all have ranks."

"But 'Mr.' is different."

"Sir" is not a job title.

"It is a term of respect."

"Only those who truly master the art, the strategy, and the destiny can be called that."

Zhang Shouyuan accepted it in a deep voice:

"Lu Changsheng is referred to as Mr. Lu by many people."

"But that's how people outside of the family refer to him."

"If someone is addressed as 'Master' within the 'Fate-Changing Gate' (a system for changing one's destiny), it indicates that this person holds an extremely high position."

"It could even be the person who taught them the technique."

Chen Bufan's eyes were extremely cold.

The person who taught them the art.

Chen Daoyuan took away half a scroll of the "Fate Talisman Classic".

Using Chen Family Talisman Method to help change one's destiny, improve lifespan, conceal life talisman, arrange a ghost marriage, and remove black life lines.

It's not surprising at all if people inside the "Life Gate" department refer to him as "Mr."

Lu Changsheng is a beneficiary of the Longevity System.

Chen Daoyuan, on the other hand, may be the creator of the longevity system.

One must survive.

One that can make.

It was only when the two of them came together that the Gate of Fate was created.

Lin Wanqing said in a deep voice:

"Therefore, Chen Daoyuan may not be Lu Changsheng's subordinate."

Chen Bufan said:

"Um."

"More like a collaborator?"

"No."

Chen Bufan looked at Bai Yunhe's shriveled corpse.

"He's more like Lu Changsheng, and he can't live without him."

No one spoke in the Hall of Questioning Mystery.

This statement carries immense weight.

If Lu Changsheng survived for a hundred years by exchanging his life, what would he need most?

It's not about money.

Not a tycoon.

It's not a hospital.

It is a technique.

It is a technique that can separate life and body, transfer lifespan into the body, and change or prolong life.

And the influence of the Chen family's talisman techniques has already appeared in these techniques.

Chen Daoyuan's importance may be greater than they imagined.

Just then, a gasp of surprise suddenly came from outside the Wenxuan Hall.

"Black smoke!"

"There's black smoke coming from the back mountain!"

"Something's happened in the direction of Qing Shi Guan!"

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed simultaneously.

Lin Wanqing immediately rushed to the door.

The sealing formation has begun to loosen due to the death of Bai Yunhe.

Chen Bufan raised his hand, and the life-saving money flew out.

clang!

The black life pattern on the gate completely broke off.

With a bang, the door opened.

The night wind blew into the Wenxuan Hall.

Everyone saw a plume of black smoke shooting straight into the night sky from the direction of the back of Yunding Mountain.

The black smoke was very thin.

Yet it is extremely straightforward.

Unlike a typical fire.

It's more like a burning incense stick.

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed drastically:

"Qingshi Temple!"

Chen Bufan stared at the plume of black smoke, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

Bai Yunhe said before he died:

Chen Laojiu at Qingshi Temple.

Below the well.

Don't go down the well.

Now, black smoke is rising from the direction of Qing Shi Temple.

Chen Bufan put away "The Record of Destiny" and turned to leave.

Lin Wanqing immediately followed.

"My name is Support."

Chen Bufan's voice was deep:

"It's too late."

Zhang Shouyuan also forced himself to keep up.

"I'll lead the way."

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

Zhang Shouyuan said:

"The old incense path of Qing Shi Temple is nowhere to be found by outsiders."

"I know."

Chen Bufan did not refuse.

The three of them quickly stepped out of the Wenxuan Hall.

Behind him was a scene of utter chaos.

Yan Shouyi was taken into custody.

The white crane became a dried-up corpse.

The plaque of the Xuanmen Association is cracked.

Then, the black smoke from the back mountain, like a life-giving thread, led straight to the Qing Shi Temple.

Chen Bufan gripped his life-saving money tightly.

The voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"Chen Daoyuan".

"I am coming."